The Song of Igor's Campaign,
Igor son of Svyatoslav and grandson of Oleg.

In the field slumbers
Oleg's brave aerie:
far has it flown!
Not born was it to be wronged
either by falcon or hawk,
or by you, black raven,
pagan Kuman!
Gzak runs like a gray wolf;
Konchak lays out a track for him
to the Great Don.

On the next day very early
bloody effulgences
herald the light.
Black clouds come from the sea:
They want to cover
the four suns,
and in them throb blue lightnings.
There is to be great thunder,
there is to come rain in [the guise of]
arrows
from the Great Don.